It was the second time this week that someone hadn't really been watching where they were going. This time, thankfully, they didn't knock into Reagan, so she was less inclined to snap at them. She did look up however, noting the way the woman - an unfamiliar face to Reagan - giggled a little, obviously noticing the books in Reagan's arms.
"You can giggle," Reagan said, waving the book slightly in her hand, "but these are masterpieces. Bitchy literature types can't fully appreciate their value. Not that I'm calling you a bitchy literature type. I imagine if you were, you would have scoffed rather than laughed. Here." Reagan all but shoved the book in her hand toward the woman. "Read the back. Lonely student, horrible school prank, the mysterious, broody classmate coming to her rescue, helping to ignite her passions... and blood lust. Tell me that doesn't sound fucking amazing."